As I smell Thanksgiving Dinner being cooked, I am thankful for still having a little hope yet for Weber Wildcats, but I think if things don't change soon I will be eating possom and crow stew because we roll over and act like dead possoms on defense and for crowing about the bad ass monsters the Frankenbrucestien crew was creating. Defender, rebounders, dunkers, and 3 point monster maniacs was the hype. Boy to date we have gotten Wild-krap and Mongo-fart (a lot noise, smell, but no substance). If this bunch can play defense like the past two years, then they can go far. They have to play like oscar will take them behind the Bram and torture them like maniac Frank; they need to be Martinized instead of a friendly family butt pat. We are not mean. Offense is too much the focus now. The last 3 teams shot 50 plus% against us. Hire Spads as an assistant and play recordings of Frank's cussing and yelling tirades instead of family loafer parties - please oscar do something, I don't want to return to the Wonderless World of Wooly.
